My Thoughts Are Stars I Cannot Fathom

I Think All True Stories Are Hopeful Stories. I Don't Think There's Any Room For Nihilism.

The World Went On, As It Does, Without My Full Participation, And I Only Woke Up From The Reverie When Someone Said My Name.

Youth Is Counted Sweetest By Those Who Are No Longer Young.

He Missed His Imagined Future.

Wow,” I Said. “are You Making This Up?” “hazel Grace, Could I, With My Meager Intellectual Capacities, Make Up A Letter From Peter Van Houten Featuring Phrases Like ‘our Triumphantly Digitized Contemporaneity’?” “you Could Not,” I Allowed. “can I, Can I Have The Email Address?” “of Course,” Augustus Said, Like It Was Not The Best Gift Ever.